The phone hanging on the wall rang abruptly. Prussia looked up from his comic book, frowning in irritation. It rang again, the tinny rattling echoing through the empty camper. It may have been his imagination, but it seemed to have a faintly accusing tone.
After the third ring, he got up and lazily slid over to the phone, picking it up in the middle of the fourth ring.
"Hey. You have reached the awesomeness known as Gilbert Bielshmidt."
There was a sharp intake of breath from the other end of the line, followed by a frosty silence. "…You."
Gilbert recognized the voice and his eyes widened. He bowed gallantly, though, despite the fact that the other nation couldn't see him. Probably. "Ah, dear Katuyasha! What favor may I lend you today, lovely lady?"
Ukraine gave a hiss that sounded unnervingly like her sister. "Prussia, you German. Where is Matvey?"
"Oh, only off with his brother, or maybe Francis. It seems he needs a slight breather from my awesome looks, intelligence, and skills in the bedroom." Gilbert couldn't help but smirk at the angry silence that followed this pronouncement. "Not feeling jealous, I hope, dear Katuyasha?" he teased. "After all, I still think you were a fool for refusing my offer…"
"Brother would not be happy with you if he learned of your penchant for rape when you are not under his eyes," Ukraine said sweetly.
"I think you were the first, in fact." Gilbert ignored the veiled threat, even though a cold mass had dropped through his belly at the reference to Russia. "To refuse me, that is. 'Matvey' didn't, and I think he's much happier for—"
The phone call abruptly cut off. Gilbert listened to the dial throne, a smile playing around his lips. He was pleased with himself, even if the purpose of that brief bit of cruelty was only to force down the fear that Ukraine really would get their master to punish him.
Ukraine stared angrily at the phone she had slammed into its holder, her eyes glowing a brilliant blue. Prussia was a real bastard, for stealing Matvey, for almost invading her, for being a German… The list could go on and on. She wished at times that Poland and Toris would pull another of their surprisingly brilliant attacks and beat him up again, but really the only hope she had was to try and convince Брат to hurt him. And Ivan was growing more distant, lately… He only seemed to focus on that American…
"Yekaterina?" came an unexpected voice from behind her. Yekaterina turned to see a younger girl, with a lacy blue and white dress, platinum blonde hair with a dark bow in it, and a glittering knife in her hand. She would have been rather pretty, except for the haunted, obsessive look on her face and the slightly mad glitter in her blue eyes.
"Hello, Natasha," Yekaterina said uncertainly. "Are you having a nice day?" She was always unsure of how to act around her younger sister, the personification of Belarus. Sometimes she was nice, kind, almost polite. This tended to be around Ivan, especially when he had guests. When Ivan was away, she started to grow slowly more distant, haunted, and generally insane. In this state, she always hung desperately on any message from Брат, but snapped at anyone who mentioned him. And then there was how she acted alone around Ivan…
Natalia smiled—Yekaterina couldn't tell if it was sarcastically or not. "Yes, very." She stroked her knife. "And don't call me Natasha."
Yekaterina ignored this demand and looked at the knife, her eyes narrowing. "If Брат finds out you've been trying to cut off Toris'… you know… again, I'll get him to use you as a 'gift' for him."
Natalia's smile was definitely sarcastic this time. "Большой брат will never hurt me. And you know what Toris wants to do to me." She pronounced Toris in the Russian way, Toryis. "His balls don't deserve to be—"
Yekaterina sighed and turned away, ignoring Natalia's rising rant. She looked at the phone, considering what to do next. After a moment, she began dialing a number and raised the phone to her ear.
"What are you doing?" Natalia had noticed.
"Calling Брат," she said absently.
"Why? Is he coming back soon? Will you let me speak to him?" Natalia was writhing with sudden emotion, her blue eyes flashing with rage, desperation, and longing. Yekaterina stared sadly down at her. After Ivan had saved her life from the Golden Horde a long time ago, sacrificing his own freedom to make sure his sisters survived, she had become more and more obsessed with him. When the Mongolian Empire that kept him prisoner finally fell, leaving the new nation of Russia a powerful, strong personification, Ivan had taken them both under his wing. He had been careful to shelter young Belorussia, and so her obsession with him had grown so tremendously that she became completely, crazily, psychotically in love with him. After Yekaterina had grown used to her dangerous insanity, she found herself pitying her sister. Her obsession with her brother had grown out of his own protectiveness, and he couldn't bring himself to see that it was his own mistake that had led to her current mental state. And so Natalia wasted away in her unrequited love, pining, growing less and less attached to reality every day.
Yekaterina reached out and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Natasha?"
Belarus looked up, her face streaked with tears.
"It'll be okay. Брат will be back in a few weeks."
Natalia's eyes shone helplessly. "But can't I talk to him?"
Yekaterina shook her head sadly, and Natalia raised the knife. "I have something important I need to talk to him about. But when I'm done, I'll come up and tell you what he said."
Natalia sniffled. "So… you'll ask him about me?"
Yekaterina nodded. Natalia unexpectedly hugged her sister, her shoulders shaking with uneven sobs. Yekaterina patted her gently on the back, feeling her own eyes fill with tears. "Go up to your room," she whispered softly after a minute, and watched Natalia run up the wide staircase, the knife still glittering in her hand.
She sighed, then wiped the tears from her eyes and called Брат. He answered, sounding happier than usual.
"Брат, there's something I want from you. Someone I want you to hurt for me…"
Брат- Brother (Russian)
Большой брат- Big brother (Russian) (Don't look at me that way. I'm not an Orwellian.)
Personally, I like my take on Belarus. Yes, she's scary, but does anyone ever think about why she turned out this way? And she's completely insane, did we mention that? Now, let's think: any other countries that are total Yanderes, but we love them anyway because they have a tear-jerking backstory? [cough]BloodySunday[cough] [sniffles because she can't take any mention of Bloody Sunday now without feeling teary-eyed] Yeah, Belarus is kind of misunderstood and seems only used in comic relief or for some kind of rivalry to the main pairing (or to rape Russia), IMO.
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